The Rose Man by Terry M. West

A middle-aged ad salesman is terrorized by a roadside rose peddler.

The rose man

It’s 1987. Dane Morrison, a middle-aged ad agency sales rep, meets an enigmatic street rose salesman during a hot summer in Houston, Texas. As Dane learns more about the Rose Man, Dane’s dreams and reality become a hellish playground for the unearthly vagabond. And as Dane soon discovers, where love and hope are found, the Rose Man walks… The Rose Man is an early, award-winning story from critically-acclaimed horror author, Terry M. West. Thought lost until it was found on a recovered computer drive, The Rose Man presents one of Terry M. West's most unique horror characters. This story is presented with an introduction from the author as well as story notes.

Genre: FICTION / Horror

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Occult & Supernatural

Language: English

Keywords: horror , demon, terror, monster

Word Count: 6624

Sales info:

THE ROSE MAN is a popular story that has done very well (especially as an audio-book). Like most of my shorts, it has ranked very high on the Amazon horror top 100 list many times. It has been read by thousands of horror fans since its publication.

 


Sample text:

I looked toward the podium. The Rose Man stood there, as if he were going to deliver the eulogy. He was dressed in priest's clothing, his shaggy brown beard obscuring the white collar. "Take another look, yeh."

 

I looked into the coffin. Wilbur's face had turned green.

 

As green as the stem of a rose.

 

His silver hair had been replaced by large red petals.

 

"Why?" I demanded, my eyes blazing back toward the Rose Man.

 

"'He stole from me!" the Rose Man spat the words. "I looked through the vert- the green- and found 'im. Remember I said he'd get what's due."

 

"Why are you telling me this?"

 

"Ya woulda put two an' two together. You're a smart one. So remember. Remember to forget everythin' ya know. I can see you too, yeh. I'm like Santa, good and proper! I'll see ya when ya sleep and I'll know when yer awake!"

 

The memorial roses surrounding the coffin came to life. They stretched from their vases and wrapped around my arms and legs, holding me to the spot. Wilbur sat up. His eyelids opened. Two sunken, fiery red orbs gazed at me.

 

"Remember, podna!" the Rose Man called, as Wilbur's clammy green hands tenderly stroked my cheeks. "Remember to forget!"

 

Wilbur smiled. A green, thorn covered tongue slid out from between his lips...


Book translation status:

The book is available for translation into any language except those listed below:

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German
Already translated. Translated by Susanne Schraml
Author review:
Awesome translation! Would work with Susanne anytime!
Italian
Already translated. Translated by Francesco Caligiuri
Author review:
Another stellar job by Francesco! Look forward to the next!
Portuguese
Already translated. Translated by Ariadne IX
Author review:
Excellent translation! I highly recommend this translator!
Spanish
Already translated. Translated by Eduardo Adum
Author review:
Great translation! Highly recommended!

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